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Jonah was the worst kind of selfish bastard. Because he hadn’t been able to resist reaching for more, he’d given her unrealistic expectations, and now he’d gone and done the one thing he’d never wanted to do. He could still see the pain in Rachel’s eyes, still feel the edge of that knife sliding into his own gut. He should never have gotten involved with her at all, because he didn’t know how they could go back to being friends after this. Why should she trust him with any part of herself? And how could he ever be satisfied with less?
The sound of her car pulling out of drive propelled him into motion. She’d been upset, on the verge of tears. He’d tail her into town, just to make sure she got there okay. It was probably as close as she’d let him get from here on out. Resisting the urg
